AFTER READING RUMI I say my prayers upside down, the wind blowing me like a clothespinned robe, my little bat hands curled together. I look for God in a school of fish. I look for God in Mammoth Cave. I look for God in an air balloon. If Jesus’ hot coal...
IT BLOWS YOU HOLLOW It takes your bones to bed, tongues out the marrow. Says it will meet you halfway, a hotel deep in Oklahoma where you’ll get adjoining rooms and have a couple of nervous breakdowns. It’s a no-show, waylaid. It orders the...